You Wuming closed the lid of the wooden box and received it under the soft couch.
Although he had a completely indifferent expression, Sang Yuan could feel that he was in a bad mood.
He was clearly pressing the wooden box lightly, but his knuckles were visibly whitish, the forehead also had blue veins looming, his shoulders were unconsciously stretched, and the shape of his shoulder blades could be seen under the robe.
"At that time, Huangfujun was not there. He wouldn't know when the beads came from." He said without beginning and ending.
Sang took his breath away and slowly stretched out his hand, covering the back of his hand, "Well. We will succeed."
She found that his body temperature had disappeared, and his body was as cold as ice.
It’s not cold in Dongzhou. It’s early summer at this moment, and the only part of Yunzhou in the entire cloud is a cold and frozen climate.
You Wuming muttered to herself: "Isn't it unusual for a woman like Jiang Yanji to kill her own son? Anyway, Huangfudu was raised by Huangfujun since he was a child, and she has no feelings for her. She kills. Isn't it normal to drop him? She will kill him, right, she will definitely be right."
His eyes became empty, a pair of dark eyes seemed like an abyss, unable to see to the end.
He slowly rolled his eyes and stared at her.
"Do you think Jiang Yanji will kill Huangfudu? She has no feelings for Huangfudu, right? She doesn't have feelings for her son, right?"
The voice was gloomy, light and anxious, as if echoing out of hell, questioning by the undead.
Sang Yuanyuan gently stroked his face and said, "She will. She only has power in her heart. If killing Huangfudu is good for her, she will definitely kill him."
You Wuming twitched the corners of his lips stiffly, his eyes still empty.
His heartbeat was chaotic, sometimes fast and sometimes stagnant. Blue veins burst out of his forehead again, and his fingers were twitching and trembling, as if he couldn't restrain his murderous aura, he would raise his hand at any time to break her neck.
She leaned close to him, held his face, and gently kissed his cheek.
She called him gently: "You Wuming, we still have very important things to do... You have to give Jiang Yanji a'motivation', and how to present this gift, have you planned? Huh? Not now When resting, You Wuming, wake up quickly. We still have a lot to do..."
He rolled his black eyes very slowly and landed diagonally on her face.
"Yes..." his voice was hoarse, "I haven't done an important thing yet."
He leaned forward heavily, pressing her against the leaning pillow.
As if venting his anger, he kissed him violently.
For a long time, he slowly propped up his body, his dark eyes fixed on her clothes belt.
"Want to know my last secret?" He said bewildered.
—If you want to know, trade it with you.
She raised her eyes to look at him, and saw that he had just pulled apart his clothes in a frenzy. She opened her small and half-strong chest, her eyes were very dark, she slowly gasped for long breaths, and the corners of her lips curled up in an extremely evil and deceptive manner.
She knew that his sanity had not yet crawled out of the dark abyss. After all, that Lingzhu Orb had been with him for twenty years, and it had already melted into a part of his hatred. Today, he decided to send it out. The feeling is no less than tearing a piece of flesh and blood from the heart.
Before confronting Huangfujun and Jiang Yanji, there was still a tough battle to be fought between her and him.
She hugged him and sniffed lightly.
"Smell what I am doing." He raised her chin and asked badly.
With the other hand, he has gone to the place where he once took Furongzhi.
"I like your taste." She gently leaned her cheek against him, rubbed it, and said, "I want to have your taste and temperature for a long time, be intimate with you, and talk about my heart wantonly..."
You Wuming's breathing was sudden, his pupils shrank slightly, and the corners of his lips raised unconsciously, like a wolf that had received an attack signal and was ready to attack.
"Okay." His voice was completely hoarse.
The big hand tore off her underlay neatly.
She grabbed his collar, her eyes flickered: "I will call your name aloud, tell you how much I like you, tell you how powerful you are. In the whole world, there are only you and me, in my heart and in my eyes. , Only each other, the most complete possession, don't let anyone disturb... You Wuming, are you sure you want to be here? Are you going to have it in a hurry?"
When she was just talking, he couldn't wait to throw away his clothes belt, hurriedly tore away his robe and middle clothes, and approached her out of control. When she was halfway through, his movements stopped, slowly rolling his eyes, staring at her flower-like lips, his Adam's apple kept rolling, his eyes filled with interest and expectation.
When she finished speaking, his forehead lava had cooled down, his thin lips moved slightly, and he murmured, "Here, no."
She raised her body and got closer to him.
You Wuming took a deep breath, as if being scalded, suddenly let go of her, and fled to the window.
His back was trembling slightly, and the tips of his ears were red.
It took a long time for him to mix his breath evenly.
"Little Sangguo!" He looked back suddenly, staring at her, with a fierce smile on the corners of his lips, "You wait for me!"
She smiled at him shyly.
You Wuming was a little dizzy, looking at these clear and pure eyes, he even doubted whether the bold and ardent words he had just heard were hallucinations when he was sick.
His small mulberry fruit is clearly a small transparent fruit, with a little greenness, so beautiful and agile. He couldn't imagine what it would be like when she let her call his name out of control and presumptuously. I'm afraid it really kills people without regrets.
He felt as if he was walking on a ten-thousand-foot suspension cable, carefully approaching a beam of warm light.
That kind of light... Is he worthy
He turned his head away, thought for a moment, and said, "Come on, I will teach you how to carve wooden people."
Sang Yuanyuan: "Huh?"
He took her into his arms, encircled her, broke off a piece of wood on the side of the low desk, picked up the small knife on the table with the other hand, and carved it with one knife.
She felt his breathing become more and more stable, and the sound of his heartbeat gradually faded.
"Head." You Wuming bowed his back and put his chin on her shoulder. As soon as she spoke, her voice sounded deep in her ears.
"Head." She looked at the round wooden ball cooperatively.
"Your head." He smiled.
She didn't hesitate: "It's not like."
"It's like it for a while." He smiled casually, pinching the blade with two fingers, and sculpting it carefully.
He focused on carving wooden figures, and she focused on admiring his prosperous beauty.
A face just right, like a jade.
The round wooden ball soon had a nose and mouth.
Sang was taken aback when he saw it from afar: "It's really a bit like me!"
"Somewhat?" You Wuming curled up the corners of his lips and smiled disdainfully, "You wait."
The cart was slowly advancing, and the sun shone through the curtain he hadn't completely closed, and poured into a thin strip, which happened to fall on You Wuming's hand.
Without realizing it, he carve Sang Yuan's face wholeheartedly.
The body swayed lightly from time to time, and the two bodies would collide inadvertently. A quiet atmosphere of years slowly drifted away, causing Sang Yuan to be in a trance from time to time, forgetting that he was driving towards Huangfujun's lair.
She didn't know when she fell asleep.
When he concentrated on sculpting, the calm atmosphere and regular rustling sound were really hypnotic.
You Wuming leaned back a little, let her nest in front of him, he carved a few times, he couldn't help but take a look at her sleeping face, unknowingly, the corners of his lips were warm and soft. Smile.
"Whose beauty sleeps so badly!" He muttered disgustingly.
…
Sang drove the car carefully, hanging behind Jiang Jinzhen and his party, preparing to enter the west palace of the first city in the west of Dongzhou.
Since encountering the'Special Envoy of Tiandu', the four of them changed their plans and decided to give a gift to Huangfujun first, and then went to Donghai Lake to explore the secrets of the blood clam.
Just after driving through a wilderness, I suddenly heard Sang Yuan's exclamation from the carriage.
Sang Bujin and Yun Xuzhou's expressions changed together and pushed open the car door.
Seeing Sang Yuanyuan's sleepy eyes, rubbing his eyes, while chasing You Wuming, trying to grab the things in his hands. You Wuming avoided her with ease, with a smirk on his face.
Sang Bujin: "I'm gone, there is nothing to look at."
'Bang—' closed the car door.
Yun Xuzhou smiled and said: "Why can't you see your own sister? These two people, I feel that they are against the gods and relatives. You, you have too much prejudice against You Wuming!"
Sang Bujin was not convinced: "Where is he good!"
"What's wrong?" Yun Xuzhou said, "Young and handsome, high-ranking, high-level cultivation, alone, such a husband-in-law, where to find?"
It is rare for Sang Bu to not joking with her.
He straightened his face and said seriously: "You know who You Wuming is."
Yun Xuzhou pondered for a moment: "Is there any secret? These days, you and I have been watching him, do you really think he is that kind of bloodthirsty fanatic?"
Sang Bujin smiled slightly: "You and I have never seen Xiaoyang's problem before."
"That's also..." Yun Xuzhou propped his elbows on his knees and sighed, "The things You Wuming has done are all hard evidence, and there is no way to reverse the case. But Feng Chu, you have to think that history is always determined by The winner writes, if You Wuming climbs to the top, is whitewashed as a generation of sages, and treats Fengguo well all his life, do you still think he can’t do it?"
Sang Bujin's eyes trembled slightly: "Yun Xuzhou, how can you have such terrible thoughts."
Yun Xuzhou slowly shook his head: "Is it terrible. When Jiang clan replaced Yun clan, who felt terrible? In this world, the strong is always respected. Today, few people dare to talk about the lifelessness. ,Ah… "
Sang Bujin pressed his lips. After a long while, he said in a low voice: "I'm afraid, he is only fresh for a while. If you marry someone else, such as Han Shaoling, even if you are tired of not loving him in the future, he will be able to provide for the younger sister, but you are not dead..."
Detested by him, I am afraid I will die. Besides, the man himself is a burning pit.
Sang Yuanyuan didn't know that his cheap brother was suffering a deep hatred outside.
There was only one thing in her eyes at this moment, which was to grab the wooden head in You Wuming's hand and cut it into a thousand pieces.
He sculpted it so... so much!
Anyone can recognize her with a glance.
She rolls her eyes and drools! This is obviously slander!
Sang is far from being able to tolerate this kind of thing living under the same sky as her.
She drew out the kelp strips and rolled them towards You Wuming long and short, and six big face flowers were hopping around in the carriage, making it bad to trip him.
You Wuming laughed and raised the wooden head in his hand, like a ghost. Without seeing how to move, he gently and skillfully avoided her attack, putting the lifelike wooden head in front of her eyes time and time again. shake.
Really, since Sang Yuanyuan graduated from elementary school, he had never met such an abominable man again.
"You Wuming!"
The more angry she was, the more he smiled.
After tossing for a long time, she was suddenly hugged by him from behind and turned over onto the soft couch.
A green glow appeared in his hand, grabbed her'kelp strip', and bound her hands firmly.
After restraining her, he buried his face in her hair and greedily absorbed her fragrance.
"Little Sangguo... Little Sangguo..." he muttered lowly, "I have not carved a wooden figure for twenty years, nor have I ever smiled like this."
Her heart twitched and hurt suddenly. Twenty years... Haven't you ever carved wooden people? He carved it twenty years ago
She twisted her body, turned it over, and arched it into his arms.
"What I said will give you a lot of happiness. You Wuming, did I lie to you?"
She raised her face and looked at him with a smile.
He looked down and saw a delicate face.
He was taken aback, his gaze drifted to the side slowly, and he casually replied, "Yeah."
She pecked his chin.
"We will always be fine. My little son." She took another bold step toward him.
His body shook slightly.
After a long while, he breathed out slowly, put his chin on the top of her hair, and said lightly: "That family, only when they reach adulthood can they have a name."
Sang Yuanyuan was a little puzzled at first, but when he recovered, he felt a pain in his heart.
It is difficult for the children of the Pluto race to live to adulthood if they are guilty of their crimes.
"So you didn't have a name before." She asked softly.
"Yeah," You Wuming said briskly, "people with the surname Ming call me'Hey' or'Hey'. People who see me as beautiful, call me little son. Little Sangguo, I'm a genius. At that time, I looked at them. , Just a bunch of fools."
Half of her mind was listening to his heartbeat, and half of her mind was listening to him talking.
You Wuming is emotionally deep.
"I remember all the memories of birth." He said slowly, "I know when Jiang Yanji sneaked away. At that time, I was born for about two months, and she held me and cried for a while, as if She was very reluctant, but she left. Later, someone came and attacked us and was beaten away by the surname Ming. Later, the surname Ming took me to move."
"I really didn't expect Jiang Yanji to do it at the time. I missed her a lot. I was afraid that she would not find us when she came back. Ming's temperament was too weak and boring. Jiang Yanji was with him and it was so interesting. I was alone. At that time, I took the wood and carved Jiang Yanji, one after another. I really miss her."
"I often think about how anxious she would be if she changed her mind and came back to look for us but couldn't find it? Under the world, which mother would miss her son? I still remember the way she was breastfeeding, her eyes are It’s bright, the mouth is curved, and there is a white light on the whole body."
He stopped talking, lowered his head and sniffed in her dark hair.
It seems that she is a calming medicine.
Her hands were still bound by him, unable to hug him, she could only dig deeper into his arms. Thinking of the way he was laughing and laughing with her just now, she felt a soreness in her heart, and she didn't know how to comfort him.
His injury was too deep, and he was injured in the most deadly place, and others would never be able to empathize with him. Any comfort and persuasion seemed so pale.
If it's just hate, revenge can be very happy. But the hatred was entangled with love again, entangled the attachment of the chicks to their biological mothers. Without hate, he would have nothing.
When You Wuming attacked Tiandu, what he had left was to die with Jiang Yanji, instead of just killing her.
He wants to destroy everything, including himself.
What about today? Is her weight enough to pull him up from the abyss
"You Wuming, don't leave me anyway, okay?" She stuck out a pair of watery eyes and stared at him.
He lowered his head and stared at her, his eyes gradually deepening.
At this moment, this man was extremely rare to reveal his true appearance.
No smirk, no joking, no pretense.
His eyes moved slightly, and he asked her very gently, "What do you like about me? If you want to hold me, you will fall with me, and there will be no bones left. Is it worth it?"
He understands everything.
She didn't rush to answer, just stared at him firmly and waited for him to continue.
You Wuming twitched his lips: "It's better to consider my original proposal. Give me your body and take your heart back. These days, you have done enough, enough to get your life back from my hands. Before I go down, I will let go and die without dragging you."
"How about, huh?" He raised her chin with his fingers.
At this moment, his eyes were extremely calm and ruthless.
Without saying a word, she stared at him with tears in her eyes.
You Wuming was still very calm at first, and gradually became a little hard to fight. He raised his hand and awkwardly wiped her tears, but he wiped more and more.
The serious expression quickly shattered. He released the restraint between her wrists, grabbed her hand, and asked her to wipe her tears, as if she was going to the doctor in a hurry.
"Stop crying, why cry, shouldn't you be happy?" He frowned, his thin lips pressed into a line.
She was motionless, like a puppet that could only shed tears.
"Little Sangguo," he maintained his last stubbornness, "Don't you want to lie to me. At that time, I heard you like me in You Yingyue's jade slip, do you know how fake it is? You think you can lie Can you get past me? Little Sangguo, I am a genius! Also, when I first caught you, you were obviously afraid of me. Because of your concentric agreement, you tried your best to deal with me, you think I am So stupid, really don't know what you are thinking?"
She slowly lowered her eyes.
This layer of window paper was finally pierced!
"What you've been waiting for, isn't that what I said today? You know I never go back, saying that if you want to let you go is to let you go, why are you unhappy?" He frowned, puzzled Asked indifferently.
"Okay." She finally said a word.
You Wuming couldn't help holding his breath, his pupils contracted, and he moved away a little unconsciously, staring at her nervously.
"I understand," she said, "you don't like me at all, you're just watching the show."
There was a wave of light in her eyes, and she resisted and did not let the tears fall.
You Wuming's heart also hung in her eyes, following that Wang Qingquan, shaking: "It's not..."
She raised her hand, untied her belt, and took off her robe.
The kelp whirled, blocking the doors and windows.
The pure white coat made her more slender and slender, shocked floated in the Wuming black eyes, her throat rolled, and she couldn't say a word, just staring at her blankly.
She continued to untie her shirt.
"Let's do it, today, now, right here, you take what you want, and then I leave, we won't see each other again."
He grabbed her hand.
His eyes have turned red, and he said with difficulty, "You, what are you doing!"
The Qingquan in her eyes trembled: "Give you what you want and take your heart back. Don't worry, I have no problem, it's very simple."
She pulled away his hand and pulled it gently, and her coat fell to the ground.
You Wuming closed his eyes abruptly and tilted his head.
"Who said you want to be here!" He gasped, "Get me clothes on!"
"When and where, what's the difference?" Her voice was faint, "It's not all the same, hurry up, come on, get done earlier, I'll leave earlier."
"Ah—" You Wuming was mad.
He grabbed the clothes on the ground and put on her indiscriminately.
"I didn't mean that. I," he said, "I am not in a desperate situation now, I can still protect you... What are you panicking now, it is not now that you want to leave."
He tied her belt irritably, and his big hands trembled a little.
"So you want to tease me for a while, don't you?" she asked, "Is it interesting?"
"I didn't!" He denied without pause, "I didn't tease you."
"What's that?" She raised her eyes to look at him, "Knowing that I was only trying to save my life, I made a fool of you. You still pretended to be ignorant and kept me by your side. Isn't this teasing me?"
His breathing was unsteady: "If you didn't really like me now, how could I find out that your liking was fake?"
She was stunned.
You Wuming made several knots in her clothes, and explained: "Your expression and your taste have become different. Now it looks like you have added honey, which is much sweeter than before. That's why I found out that you didn't like me before. It is because you like me that I am reluctant to let you die with me. Do you understand?"
Sang was stunned from a distance. She... Has anything changed
He continued to tie the knot and tied her belt into a long lump, as if he was afraid that she would eat him.
He said: "I thought you would be very moved. Who knows your women's minds are so strange. Little Sangguo, what are you thinking about, when will I drive you away? I'm obviously doing it for your own good, so why are you? Treat my kindness as the liver and lungs of a donkey?"
"So do you like me or not?" she asked, crying.
"Like it." You Wuming continued to toss her poor clothes.
"Be serious!" She grabbed his collar.
You Wuming slowly raised his eyes, twitched the corners of her mouth twice, and carefully pulled away her hand. She couldn't help but laugh: "Little Sangguo, what you look like now, I don't know what I did to you. Actually. How did you almost give me..."
She stared at him reluctantly.
You Wuming helplessly, coughed a few times rather awkwardly, her eyes drifted, and when she floated to her lips, she said in a low voice, "I said that in Yunzhou. I like it."
"Then you want to let me go because you like me, and don't want me to be in danger, right?" She continued to ask.
You Wuming is dying and struggling: "I just let you make a living."
"You Wuming, are you the Great Demon King!" She grabbed him angrily, "Be domineering! If there is no way out, just make a bloody path for me! Fall off the cliff and grow wings for me to fly!" "
Her eyes glowed.
It was like a warm little sun, suddenly hitting him.
You Wuming stared at her in a daze, suddenly, in his eyes there seemed to be a whole dark deep sea bursting, and immediately, the dark star rose up, and he took a light breath and felt something breaking in his heart. Out!
Suddenly, behind him was spread out two half-human wings of blue and black light!
The carriage seemed to no longer exist, and the spiritual cloud formed a very terrifying vortex, rushing to the faintly reborn spiritual wings like crazy, the brilliance flowed, and the illusory light wings quickly solidified.
He really grew wings.
The violent Ling Yun surging alarmed Sang Bujin and Yun Xuzhou on the shaft of the car.
The two rushed into the carriage, both stunned.
"Broken, broken border..."
What is above the Ling Yao realm
No one has ever known.